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3-8-09


Guilty as charged
Of taking a piss upon a Catholic church wall
Guilty as charged
Of desecrating the word and its letter quite small
Even if I feel to stand tall
Doesn't make me feel any better
The devil wants to make you feel
That you are unworthy and inept
As into your closet of prayer
Spiders and roaches have crept
The genius has become the pea brain
He that is said to have his shit together
Is labeled insane.....












I Am Guilty As Charged
3-8-09


Some say ignorance is bliss
Others claim that knowledge is joy
I am yet guilty in this
Man tries to rebuild what God doth destroy
Obligated to pursuits that seem empty and vain
Life becomes more complicated
As we balance pleasure with pain
Sister in Christ tells me
To keep doing what I'm doing
Yet I ought to call her a friend
And take self worth
Even when they are booing
That which is personal
Ought to be shared with the masses
As cattle still seek places of greener grasses...












K.H.Y.
3-8-09


Dumbo had big ears
Moses had hid doubts and fears
Neighbor of mine blows my mind
Dots on my left hand
I wonder what it means
I can go to a psychic
To be filled in with the missing scenes
K.H.Y.
What does this connote
Voice says that we are all in the same boat
We spill out the wine
Yet we drink the swine
My life is in shambles
But in the Lord I'm doing fine
Listen not unto the word of mouth
Go places and you'll forget what is north and south
K.H.Y.
What can this mean?






























Still Wondering About K.H.Y.
3-8-09


We're all guilty of it
What is it, you might ask
We take our lashes
And all the bullshit
We bear the burden of our task
Been to Mars and to hell and back
So it seems
Already possess what I think I lack
Thinking of last night's dreams
The whisper that came to me asked
What exactly would I say
Sweat drips from my armpits
If worry is worship
As I panic yet I pray
Everyone needs to have their place
I am not worthy to know of God's grace...












We Ask, Is This Blasphemy
3-8-09


We talk about religion and salvation
To see that all that it is is a gamble
Looking for our peace and elation
We end up only in masturbation
As we ramble
We break our backs to earn money
For Big Macs
Consider spider webs and her egg sacks
The ear is never filled
The bugs are never killed
It is up to the individual to decide
Just what is self confidence
Next to conceit or pride
And the road goes on forever....